Riot St. James
ONE MONTH LATER
Iwas at the warehouse. It was after one in the morning, and I’ll admit that I’ve been in a bitchy mood all day. My cycle came on in the middle of the night, with cramps that were showing up my entire fuckin back. With that, I couldn’t go back to sleep, and I had to be up super early, so that I could go to Uzi’s program. From there, I was able to go home, shower, change, and Dolo picked me up, having me run around with him all day. He was gone now. Him, and Kendrick left out this evening because they had to fly out for business. I really don’t know if I was getting soft behind this man, losing my gangsta, or if it was the fact that I was on my period, but when he told me he was leaving today, I damn near fuckin cried. I didn’t have it in me to tell him that I didn’t want him to leave, so I didn’t. I pretended that I wasn’t bothered by the news, when I knew that deep down inside, I wanted him here with me.
Dolo, and Kendrick flew out to the west coast. The west coast is where the supply chain would ship from, and Dolo told me earlier that lately, it’s been a problem with shipping, and the product upstream. Since that wasn’t the kind of business that he would handle over the phone, him and Kendrick took a flight up there, so that they could handle it, and he told methat if everything goes smoothly, he would be back sometime tomorrow.
Dolo and I weren’t in a relationship or anything, but God, I liked him. I had this thing about me, where I would try to convince myself that I wasn’t human, and that I shouldn’t feel things that most humans should feel, so of course, I haven’t told anyone that I liked Dolo. I wouldn’t even tell Ari, and she was the one that I would often tell everything to.
Last month, when he was in my bedroom, eating my pussy to the point that he had me crying, and eventually tapping out, I still haven’t opened my mouth to tell anyone about that. I just remember waking up the next morning with so many hickies on my neck. I’ve never in my life had to hide hickies. Luckily, I had the kind of cousin that had a lot of make-up, so she never noticed that I took one of her concealers, and for at least a week, I was walking around, hiding the hickies on my neck that damn near looked like bruises.
Dolo, and I never explored anything else sexual after that. I mean, we still kissed whenever we got alone, but clothes off, and a night like how he did me in my bedroom… we haven’t explored that again. I had this gut feeling that he wasn’t going to fuck me. I did too much just off him trying to stick his fingers in me, so I knew that the dick would probably never come. I felt like I was driving myself crazy too because there was this piece of me that wanted to ask him if he was fuckin other hoes, but I wouldn’t because I would get my feelings hurt if he told me that he was. I never in my life thought that I would find myself liking someone. I truly thought that I would go on for the rest of my life never getting the chance to kiss, have sex, get in a relationship, just any of the things that I’ve saw the women in my life do.
I was sitting out back. I was behind the warehouse, needing to get a moment to myself. These cramps felt like death. I could sustain a lot of shit, but when I started cramping, I would bitchup in a second. That’s how I knew that I didn’t have what it took to ever have a child. I’ll probably die if I ever had to undergo contractions.
I felt dirty, since I’ve been working at the warehouse for hours, so I was sitting down on the ground, with my legs out in front of me. With my head down, I felt movement to the right of me. The life that I was living, it wasn’t unusual for me to be paranoid, and to hear some shit that wasn’t really there. I knew that everyone else was inside, so there was no possible way that someone could have been out back with me. It was pitched dark out here, except for one of the floodlights that was shining on the other side.
Before I could question again if I was hearing things, or if someone was really out here with me, something made a rattling noise on the side of me, and within seconds, a sweaty, musty hand was placed over my mouth, preventing me from yelling.
I was fast, picking my hands up, trying to pry this mystery person’s hands from around my mouth. They was much stronger than me though. I wore black sweatpants, and in the pockets of one of the sweatpants, I had a box cutter in there. I had been going through inventory tonight, and before I came outside, I forgot to take the box cutter out of my pockets.
I was able to swiftly move inside of my pocket, get the box cutter out, and I struggled to reach my hand up with it. With all my might, I went in, stabbing, going for whatever body part that I could on whoever the fuck was behind me. I heard them scream out, sounding like a little bitch, and that’s when they were able to remove their hands from around my mouth.
Losing all the cool that was in my body, I went for the box cutter again, going for this nigga’s neck, stabbing him multiple times, watching him as he laid on his back, dying a slow, painful death.
In the middle of this going on, the back door opened to the warehouse. I quickly looked up from what I was doing, and I saw that it was Mook that had come out. He had a shocked expression on his face as he walked over. He saw the man that I had down on the ground, and with that, he quickly pulled his gun out, and he ran over.
“What the fuck going on?” he barked, accessing the situation, as he held his gun.
I was out of breath, as I stood up, hand bloody from plunging that box cutter multiple times into this nigga’s neck. He was still holding on, fighting to catch his breath. My eyes were on him, trying to figure out where I knew this nigga from, but his face didn’t look familiar at all. I was looking at his face to see if he was stamped with the number 9 because then it would make sense if he was running with dem 9 boyz, but I didn’t see the tattoo.
“This nigga ran up behind me. How the fuck he even get out here?” I screamed at Mook, knowing all the security measures that Dolo had in place at his warehouse.
There was no possible way a nigga could have snuck in the back. He had to be let in. That’s the only way.
“How the fuck you get back here, nigga?” Mook asked, picking his gun up, and he had it trained on the man.
It was aimed at his head, and you could tell that he was itching to pull the trigger. The dude had both his hands clutching his neck, trying to prevent himself from bleeding out. He looked at Mook with wide, confused eyes.
“Nigga… what? You… You?—”
Before he could even finish the sentence, Mook pulled the trigger multiple times, having this man’s brain splattered throughout the grass. I jumped back, so that the blood wouldn’t get on me.
“Why the fuck would you shoot him before he got the chance to tell you how the fuck he got out here? That wasstupid as fuck!” I screamed, and at the same time, multiple men that worked for Dolo started running out back, including the security, once they heard the gun go off.
“He was taking too fuckin long to answer the question. This nigga was seconds away from death anyways. You think he was about to tell me the truth on how he got back here, or who the fuck sent him back here for that matter?” he barked at me.
“We’ll never fuckin know because you killed him before he even got the chance to say it. Most niggas that run with dem 9 boyz have the tattoo right on their fuckin face. He doesn’t have that. We could have at least got him to say something about who he runs with, so that we could see where this new threat is coming from. I have no idea why Dolo is friends with you. You move like one of these rookie, corner boy ass niggas. I don’t even know what the fuck you ran out here for, toting your gun. A bitch didn’t send a signal to you, asking for your help! I could have handled that shit on my own!” I was hot. Seething.
Somebody just ran up on me, tried to kill me, and before I could get a confession out of him, this goofy ass nigga shot and killed him, so now there was going to be too much suspicion in the air. Suspicion about who this man was, and who sent him.
“I ain’t come out here to save you, shorty. I heard screaming, so I came out back, so that I could see what the fuck was going on. I didn’t even know your ass was out here. I don’t know if fuckin Dolo got you feeling like you the queen around this bitch but watch your mouth talking to me like that. If you are fuckin that nigga, you just one of many bitches that he putting dick in. I just went on a two man with that nigga the other night. I’ll really tell you some shit that’ll hurt your motha fuckin feelings!” he snapped, coming closer to me.
Not fearing him or any other nigga, I pushed his ass from in front of me, and for the first time since he’s been out here, I paid attention to the white residue that was under his nose.
I saw that, smirked, and I nodded my head.
“Your friendship with Dolo puts you in a situation to have an advantage. He can’t see the snake ass nigga that you are because of the history that you two share, but every time you come around me, nigga I swear I hear you rattling. I can see right through you. You killed that nigga for a reason. I saw the look in his eyes, as he was trying to explain to us how he got back here. It’s only one reason why you would choose to silence a confession that quickly. You could have wiped your nose before you came out here and pulled the trigger. You still got product on your top lip nigga,” and with that, I mushed the fuck out of him, and I walked away, going inside.
